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The angels came through the forest to where the little tree stood, and gathering around it, they touched it with their hands Frontispiece
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For he was so generous that he gave away all these pretty things as fast as he made them 12
So Barbara fell asleep 54
"But why shouldn't I be merry?" asked the little mauve mouse. "To-morrow is Christmas, and this is Christmas eve" 64
"'What sound was that?' cried Dimas, for he was exceeding fearful" 78
The strange allegory of the lame boy's speech filled her with awe 90
But, with her babe upon her knee, Naught recked that Mother of the tree 106
To seek that manger out and lay Our gifts before the child— To bring our hearts and offer them Unto our King in Bethlehem! 118

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Sing, O my heart! Sing thou in rapture this dear morn Whereon the blessed Prince is born! 2
Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, And close thine eyes in dreaming 20
"This must be the house where the prince will stop," thought Barbara 46
Share thou this holy time with me, The universal hymn of love 84
"Nestle down close, fold your hands, and shut your dear eyes!" 101
"They are killing me!" cried the tree 115


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Sing, O my heart! Sing thou in rapture this dear morn Whereon the blessed Prince is born!

Sing, O my heart!
Sing thou in rapture this dear morn
Whereon the blessed Prince is born!

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Sing, Christmas bells!
Say to the earth this is the morn
Whereon our Savior-King is born;
Sing to all men,—the bond, the free,
The rich, the poor, the high, the low,
The little child that sports in glee,
The aged folk that tottering go,—
Proclaim the morn
That Christ is born,
That saveth them and saveth me!
Sing, angel host!
Sing of the star that God has placed
Above the manger in the East;
Sing of the glories of the night,
The virgin's sweet humility,
The Babe with kingly robes bedight,—
Sing to all men where'er they be
This Christmas morn;
For Christ is born,
That saveth them and saveth me!
Sing, sons of earth!
O ransomed seed of Adam, sing!
God liveth, and we have a king!
The curse is gone, the bond are free—
By Bethlehem's star that brightly beamed,
By all the heavenly signs that be,
We know that Israel is redeemed;
That on this morn
The Christ is born
That saveth you and saveth me!
Sing, O my heart!
Sing thou in rapture this dear morn
Whereon the blessed Prince is born!
And as thy songs shall be of love,
So let my deeds be charity
By the dear Lord that reigns above,
By Him that died upon the tree,
By this fair morn
Whereon is born
The Christ that saveth all and me!

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